Seven by Claire Kent Read Free Book Online

third orgasm slammed into her,
her throat seemed to close up, and her mouth opened in a silent cry. He was
leaning over her now, pushing her forward and down, and she thrashed helplessly
beneath his weight and his strength.
    He roared out again as her inner
muscles clenched hard around his cock. His fingers bit into her skin, and Amy
thought for a moment that she might black out.
    She didn’t, but she couldn’t take any
more of this torturous ecstasy, so she summoned just enough energy to swat the
vibrator away. He dropped it on the bed and held her body tightly with both
arms.
    She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.
Couldn’t think. Fell forward onto her stomach, and as she did Owen’s cock slid
out of her.
    With an agonized groan, he rolled
over and collapsed onto the bed beside her. When she managed to turn her head,
she noticed that he was still erect, his cock bobbing slightly with his heavy
breathing and dripping with her juices. His lower belly and thighs were moist
as well.
    “Whoa!” she gasped, her voice
cracking on the word. “That was some orgasm.”
    “What do you mean some orgasm?” Owen
demanded weakly. His eyes were closed and his features both drained and tense.
“That was three of them.”
    She tried to snort. “Nope,” she lied.
“Just one.” She was starting to get seriously worried about the victory she’d
been so sure of.
    “I know perfectly well when you come.
That was three in a row.” His voice was rough and fatigued, and he opened one
eye to glare at her unpleasantly.
    “Just one really long one. Three in a
row like that is impossible.”
    He did a pretty good attempt at a
sneer. “Just because you’ve never experienced something before doesn’t mean
it’s impossible. I think we’ve just proven that it is possible.”
    Amy huffed, but her body was limp,
pleased, and sated. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so physically satisfied
in her life. “Number two,” she insisted, without much conviction.
    “You’re not convincing anyone. That
was two, three, and four.”
    Amy sighed. That was what she’d been
afraid of.

Five
     
    They both lay panting
on the bed, taking a couple of minutes to catch their breath and recover their
senses, but soon Amy had sunk into a state of blissfully sated fatigue. She
didn’t feel very sore yet—Owen, as promised, had been as careful as
possible—and she was still throbbing pleasantly between her legs. Not from need
or urgency now but with tingling little aftershocks.
    She stretched leisurely and released
a contented sigh. Then glanced over at Owen and tried not to snicker.
    He didn’t look nearly as happy or
tranquil as she was. His naked body was drenched in sweat. His features were
tense—jaw clenched painfully and eyes tightly shut. And his still erect cock
was resting against his belly. Not noticing her scrutiny, he moved his hand
down to give a couple of rough squeezes to the base of his erection.
    Despite her urge to gloat, she had to
admire his strength of will. Clearly this was a concrete case of mind over
matter. He was obviously close to the bounds of his restraint, barely reining
himself in but not yet willing to let go.
    She felt kind of sappy at how hard he
was trying to hold back his release long enough to give her three more orgasms.
He’d always been stubborn and strong—and had never yielded to defeat without a fight.
She loved that about him.
    No. That was definitely the wrong
word. Nothing in their relationship allowed her to love anything about him. She
just liked that about him. A lot.
    Plus, this was a wager. No matter how
mushy she felt—and no matter how much pleasure he had given her—she wasn’t
about to let him win.
    Which meant she had to encourage him
to let go.
    She also needed to remind herself
that she was in control of her emotions, her decisions, her life—whether he was
in it or not.
    She took another minute to work up
enough energy and determine an appropriate strategy, but soon she felt